Post by GnawingOnIce on May 5, 2019 2:12:19 GMT
How long had it been?
What day was it?
Had anyone bothered to check on her within these timeless days?
These were all questions she asked herself, over and over and over. Within these questions were sometimes pondering thoughts and more questions. Was she stuck between StarClan and the real world or was she still dying?
Cedarleap couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak, either. She was constantly in and out of consciousness. What she previously thought would go away in a few days time had festered into something she didn’t understand. Though she supposed it had something to do with her heart. At this point, it struggled to beat and keep blood flowing through her. She could feel it shudder and still in her chest. These days she spent in her nest, as she could no longer move or speak, drool pooling on the stone beneath where her head dangled over the edge of her nest.
Anyone who took a look at her would question whether she was even breathing. She was still, just painfully. Her breaths were ragged and short-lived; shuddering. Fortunately, she had taken on an apprentice before her condition had worsened to this state. Palesun, a tom with white fur and blue eyes that seemed to have no life to them. She imagined some cats couldn’t understand why she had chosen him out of all cats; it was really because she had believed he showed promise and that he would fare well as a medicine cat.
She couldn’t quite understand why, but she was beginning to wonder if she made the right choice.
Her dreams consisted of starry fields and some starry cats, though they didn’t say much to her. Cedarleap figured it was StarClan’s way of beckoning her to join them. She knew she was dying. She just wanted to get there already. Surely StarClan will be better than lying in misery in a dry moss nest.
Through her thoughts, she wondered what Palesun was up to. StarClan knows what, honestly. She asked herself, did she care anymore? She would be gone soon and then Palesun would take her place and then she could be done worrying about him. Her eyes wandered to the entrance of her den, looking at the faint light of dusk that filtered in behind the tall grass and ferns and moss and lichen that hung down from the top; waiting for Palesun to return from whatever it was he was doing and then perhaps check to see if their herbs were doing okay or lie down for the night.
Tags;; KingHarry
Notes;; n/a
What day was it?
Had anyone bothered to check on her within these timeless days?
These were all questions she asked herself, over and over and over. Within these questions were sometimes pondering thoughts and more questions. Was she stuck between StarClan and the real world or was she still dying?
Cedarleap couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak, either. She was constantly in and out of consciousness. What she previously thought would go away in a few days time had festered into something she didn’t understand. Though she supposed it had something to do with her heart. At this point, it struggled to beat and keep blood flowing through her. She could feel it shudder and still in her chest. These days she spent in her nest, as she could no longer move or speak, drool pooling on the stone beneath where her head dangled over the edge of her nest.
Anyone who took a look at her would question whether she was even breathing. She was still, just painfully. Her breaths were ragged and short-lived; shuddering. Fortunately, she had taken on an apprentice before her condition had worsened to this state. Palesun, a tom with white fur and blue eyes that seemed to have no life to them. She imagined some cats couldn’t understand why she had chosen him out of all cats; it was really because she had believed he showed promise and that he would fare well as a medicine cat.
She couldn’t quite understand why, but she was beginning to wonder if she made the right choice.
Her dreams consisted of starry fields and some starry cats, though they didn’t say much to her. Cedarleap figured it was StarClan’s way of beckoning her to join them. She knew she was dying. She just wanted to get there already. Surely StarClan will be better than lying in misery in a dry moss nest.
Through her thoughts, she wondered what Palesun was up to. StarClan knows what, honestly. She asked herself, did she care anymore? She would be gone soon and then Palesun would take her place and then she could be done worrying about him. Her eyes wandered to the entrance of her den, looking at the faint light of dusk that filtered in behind the tall grass and ferns and moss and lichen that hung down from the top; waiting for Palesun to return from whatever it was he was doing and then perhaps check to see if their herbs were doing okay or lie down for the night.
Tags;; KingHarry
Notes;; n/a
